Endlessly18 July 2011
My sleep brought back memories. Memories that I thought I have left behind me 6 years ago.
I has in the hospital again, god I hate them. My head was resting on the bed. In a steady beat, I could hear everything in the room. The sound of the IV, the squeaky floors, the AC blowing the window curtains, even the breathing. I picked my head up, knowing something may be wrong. There was, the breathing became more shallow, I could hear the heart monitor slow down in speed.
There was something very wrong. I felt something touch my arm, gently. No, not now. Please I beg of you. I can't go on without you.
I woke up. It felt so real. It happened again.
Not many people know this, not even my closest friends. I once loved a boy, he was everything to me. One day, he collapsed while singing with his sisters (they sing opera). He had a rare heart disease and died two weeks later. I will forever miss him, and I hope I could one day keep the promise I made to him and his family about bringi